When she had dared to talk about some of her fantasies in the past, she had always casually mentioned that lesbian porn turned her on. He could tell that the thought of two beautiful naked women making passionate love to each other was something that really got her imagination running wild. While she would never go as far as saying she wanted to try out the other sex, he wondered deep down if that wasn't one of her deepest fantasies...
As he inched up the stairs and down the hallway toward his room, his pulse quickly increased as the sounds coming from the bedroom meant only one thing. He slowly peaked his head around the corner and felt his knees almost buckle at the sight of his wife laying face down on the bed, head turned away from him and moaning softly. On top of her, Kim was naked except for a small purple V-string tucked neatly in her ass. She had poured plenty of massage oil on Becca's back and was kneading her shoulders, every now and again slipping her hands to sides of her breasts. For several minutes, the massage continued until Kim decided it was time to move a little further down. He watched as her hands begin to slowly tickle Becca's beautiful ass cheeks, eliciting a giggle or two in between her moans. Kim bent down and begin to let her gorgeous tits gently move back and forth across Becca's ass. Finally, Kim was sick of the slow play and in one swift move, pulled down Becca's lime green thong. She gradually moved her face down to the small of Becca's back and spent a few minutes placing perfectly light kisses on her back before working her way down to Becca's ass crack. Becca gasped as Kim slowly spread apart her cheeks and licked down her crack directly toward her asshole. Once her tongue found her sweet back door, Becca's moan became almost primal. Ryan had only dreamed about doing this to Becca, but had never imagined it would be such a turn-on for her. As Kim continue to lick up and down her crack, Becca found herself lifting her hips ever so slightly, almost feeding her beautiful ass to Kim's mouth, while gliding one of her hands in front of her body and between her legs. She needed stimulation, and she needed it now. While she had only masturbated a few times, she wasn't shy right now about meeting the rising desire emanating from between her legs.
Ryan, rock hard by now and stroking his cock through his pants, watched as Kim spent another 10 minutes or so making love to Becca's asshole with her tongue. Finally, as if in a rhythm that both women understood perfectly, Becca rolled over onto her back and Kim immediately pushed up to meet her lips with a passionate kiss, feeding Becca her tongue which had just been inside her ass. The two kissed with a passion that Ryan had never seen. Becca groped every part of Kim she could find as the two made out. Her hands pulled aside the V-string and brazenly made their way to Kim's own asshole. Ryan always loved it when she pressed her fingers up against his asshole as they made love, but he knew she was in sheer pleasure as she felt the smooth, hairless skin of another woman's ass. Soon, Becca's legs spread apart far enough for Kim to straddle one, making it easy for the two women to make pussy-to-pussy contact. Their efforts were returned with mutual moans, as Becca closed her eyes and bit her lip. Ryan knew he was risking a lot now -- he continued to watch and if Becca happened to open her eyes and look toward the door, she would see him immediately. But he was spellbound, mouth slightly open and cock harder than it had ever been. There was no going back.
As if on cue, Becca slowly opened her eyes as the women continued to grind, and caught Ryan's eyes staring directly into hers. For a moment she froze, and it was long enough for Kim to realize that something was amiss. She turned her head to follow Becca's stare and gasped when she saw Ryan standing at the doorway. For a minute, no one said anything. Then Kim moved off Becca, trying to cover herself up.
"I, I... I don't know what to say," she stumbled. "I just came over to pick something up, and I'm not sure what happened."
"Don't be sorry," Ryan said. "My wife certainly isn't."
He said it with a slight smile, one that seemed to put both women at ease.
"What do we do now?" Ryan said.
For the first time, his wife spoke. "Well, I guess that's up to you," Becca said. "It seems you're not entirely displeased."
